InsaneJournal

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Ah, yes, welcome back me. I do hope Mr. Porter will forgive me for encouraging his students to blow up half the school. It wasn't as though it was me doing the persuading now, was it? Can you believe I played the bagpipes at my mother's funeral? Now, there's a story for the memory books, if there ever was one.




Looks like you managed to take down half the mountain while we were off having a lovely time. So, I suppose that indoor pond will have to wait. And I'll be having a word with Tolkien if he ever shows about the destructive nature of his orcs.